But why wish to lose all the loveliness, all the illusion, when I must still bear with me to my dying day the sadness it has laid upon me?
It will be a relief to me in quiet hours to put down my recollections of this home of mine, which so few down here understand.

It is the tale of a poor mentally-diseased man, and in it there are more of his own impressions than of outward events.
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